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dave + jade [closed]
Jun. 23rd, 2013 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stridin[ Dave has a lot of time to kill here in this cell.
He knows he gets out eventually. He's checked the timeline, moving it forward and back in his mind. He can't loop his way out of here - he's tried. That means it takes a while. At least by his current standards, which one would think might be looser after three years of waiting. But after getting murdered by grimbark Jade and left to rot, his nerves haven't stopped singing in a sharp, minor key.
And Rose's teenmom is apparently around here, somewhere. Not that that helps him.
It takes him ages to clean his shades, too, because it's completely fucking disturbing to have to clean off his own blood spilled while he was goddamn dying off the lenses.
But he manages it eventually, abusing a wardrobe change or three and then shoving anything blood-soaked into the far dark depths of his sylladex. That just leaves him chilling on the floor, staring at the walls as he mentally works over just how totally fucked up this situation is.
John, you complete fucking dumbass, you better have stayed out of her grimdark clutches or so help him he will find a way to loop back and kick your ass for you. ]
He knows he gets out eventually. He's checked the timeline, moving it forward and back in his mind. He can't loop his way out of here - he's tried. That means it takes a while. At least by his current standards, which one would think might be looser after three years of waiting. But after getting murdered by grimbark Jade and left to rot, his nerves haven't stopped singing in a sharp, minor key.
And Rose's teenmom is apparently around here, somewhere. Not that that helps him.
It takes him ages to clean his shades, too, because it's completely fucking disturbing to have to clean off his own blood spilled while he was goddamn dying off the lenses.
But he manages it eventually, abusing a wardrobe change or three and then shoving anything blood-soaked into the far dark depths of his sylladex. That just leaves him chilling on the floor, staring at the walls as he mentally works over just how totally fucked up this situation is.
John, you complete fucking dumbass, you better have stayed out of her grimdark clutches or so help him he will find a way to loop back and kick your ass for you. ]